Too Long to Wait: Comfort Food, rated PG
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Title: Too Long to Wait: Comfort Food
Author: claudia603
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (mostly implied here)
Rating: PG
Word count: 399
Summary: Fever has swept through Minas Tirith...Frodo and family need comfort...
The fever that had swept through Minas Tirith that spring had not spared the King and his family. First Aragorn had come down with it, but his had been a milder strain and within days he was back to his duties, which included assisting in the House of Healing. Next Ellohir had fallen ill. Three nights into it, his fever had spiked, and it had been touch and go for the boy of seven summers. When it finally broke, Aragorn declared that it was only Ellohir’s sturdy hobbit blood that had saved his life. Just when it seemed Frodo would be spared, the fever took him, too. Weakened from the long nights tending to his family, Frodo’s prognosis, too, was grave, but like Ellohir, he pushed through the worst of it and came out the other side, worn out but free of the fever.
“Might I walk out on the terrace today?” he asked Aragorn. “The spring air smells so fragrant. I quite resent missing these first days of spring.”
“Nay,” Aragorn said. “Bed rest means just that. One more day at the least. I can’t have you fainting on the terrace. You’d knock yourself out on the stones.”
He was right, of course. Frodo could barely lift his arm.
Ellohir padded in. “Maybe he needs eggs. . .or pancakes and--” And his face grew extra animated. “OR mushrooms! Mushroom pie!”
Frodo laughed, but for the first time since his illness, his stomach rumbled.
“I heard that!” Ellohir shouted gleefully. Aragorn bent down on one knee and whispered in Ellohir’s ear. Ellohir nodded with a grin.
“We’ll be right back, Frodo,” he said.
Frodo looked at the ceiling until his eyes drooped closed and he fell asleep.
He dreamed about Sam bustling around his kitchen in Bag End. Morning sun streamed through the windows, bacon sizzled on the stove, and Sam whistled as he fried up mushrooms.
“Frodo!” came a sweet voice from outside the kitchen window. “Frodo!”
Frodo snapped awake. He was many leagues away from his sweet kitchen in Bag End, and many years had passed since he had seen it. But his dear Ellohir stood before him, balancing a golden tray in his hands.
“Mushrooms, Frodo, we made you mushrooms! And pancakes, too, because I wanted pancakes. And Aragorn made bacon.”
Frodo looked at his family with tears of joy in his eyes.
Title: Too Long to Wait: Comfort Food
Author: claudia603
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (mostly implied here)
Rating: PG
Word count: 399
Summary: Fever has swept through Minas Tirith...Frodo and family need comfort...
The fever that had swept through Minas Tirith that spring had not spared the King and his family. First Aragorn had come down with it, but his had been a milder strain and within days he was back to his duties, which included assisting in the House of Healing. Next Ellohir had fallen ill. Three nights into it, his fever had spiked, and it had been touch and go for the boy of seven summers. When it finally broke, Aragorn declared that it was only Ellohir’s sturdy hobbit blood that had saved his life. Just when it seemed Frodo would be spared, the fever took him, too. Weakened from the long nights tending to his family, Frodo’s prognosis, too, was grave, but like Ellohir, he pushed through the worst of it and came out the other side, worn out but free of the fever.
“Might I walk out on the terrace today?” he asked Aragorn. “The spring air smells so fragrant. I quite resent missing these first days of spring.”
“Nay,” Aragorn said. “Bed rest means just that. One more day at the least. I can’t have you fainting on the terrace. You’d knock yourself out on the stones.”
He was right, of course. Frodo could barely lift his arm.
Ellohir padded in. “Maybe he needs eggs. . .or pancakes and--” And his face grew extra animated. “OR mushrooms! Mushroom pie!”
Frodo laughed, but for the first time since his illness, his stomach rumbled.
“I heard that!” Ellohir shouted gleefully. Aragorn bent down on one knee and whispered in Ellohir’s ear. Ellohir nodded with a grin.
“We’ll be right back, Frodo,” he said.
Frodo looked at the ceiling until his eyes drooped closed and he fell asleep.
He dreamed about Sam bustling around his kitchen in Bag End. Morning sun streamed through the windows, bacon sizzled on the stove, and Sam whistled as he fried up mushrooms.
“Frodo!” came a sweet voice from outside the kitchen window. “Frodo!”
Frodo snapped awake. He was many leagues away from his sweet kitchen in Bag End, and many years had passed since he had seen it. But his dear Ellohir stood before him, balancing a golden tray in his hands.
“Mushrooms, Frodo, we made you mushrooms! And pancakes, too, because I wanted pancakes. And Aragorn made bacon.”
Frodo looked at his family with tears of joy in his eyes.